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As the depts. of my past drag me in i feel my life slipping,
The sound of a clock runs through my head,
The ringing of the final bell is waiting,
Calling out for me to reach the end,
Shiver with pain and create something that covers it all,
Death eggers us to be afraid and keep going,
Keeping those who have no idea in line,
The lines of boundaries that no one can return,
The limits of my own body can only take me so far,
I fall on the floor,
Looking at the ceiling remembering old faces,
I shiver from the coldness as the darkness eats my soul,
I grab onto the photo of what I thought was me,
Only turned out to be a dream.